“I love it,” she finally said. “I think it’s perfect.”
“A fresh start on everything,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.
“Together this time.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of contentment I hadn’t known before. “Yes, Rebel, together.”
I had Regan, the pack, a safe place to live, and now we had a new place for Maverick Moto to open up again.
There was nothing in the world that could make me happier.
Forty-Four
Regan
4Months Later
Every moment I thought life couldn’t get better, Rook proved me wrong. Now, he walked me in the doors of my favorite art gallery, and my eyebrows jumped up when I saw the rest of the pack standing around, Harper there with them.
“What are they doing here?”
“They wanted to see what I was doing, and Evie had to help me,” he said, leading me deeper into the gallery. “I assumed you would want Harper here, too.”
“Evie helped you with what?”
“Turn around and see,” he said, helping me spin to face the farthest wall.
The back wall was lit up with digital screens, ten of them hanging on the worn brick. My breath hitched as I looked them over. Each screen displayed my artwork—all of them recent paintings I had poured my heart into.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to face him. “Rook, this is… amazing. You did this for me?”
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I wanted you to see how incredible your work is, and I wanted everyone else to see it, too.”
I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I can’t believe you did all this. Thank you.”
He held me close, his breath warm against my ear. “Anything for you, Rebel.”
Rook turned, leaning down until his lips found mine. The weight of everything we had been through seemed to lift, replaced by overwhelming love and happiness.
There was still darkness, plenty of chaos, and it’s not like he had changed the way they handled business, but he never hid it from me, and I was always free to speak my mind about what he was doing.
I’d even been comfortable telling him off once or twice when I really didn’t agree with something he did.
It was a mess, but I had control over it. I was no longer a passenger in my own life. I rested my forehead against his. “This is perfect, but there is one more thing I would love to have tonight.”
“Anything,” he breathed, capturing my lips again.
I pulled him over towards the front, finding the painting that still hung in the same place it had been months ago.
“I want to take this one home,” I said, showing him the painting swirled with black and the icy blue center.
“Okay?” he asked, looking it over. “Why?”
“I saw it the first night we met, right before we met, actually. It reminds me of you, all the dark clothes and blue eyes. I want to get it.”
“Then get it. Anything you want.”
I laughed, leaning into him. “I know this is going to shock to you, but I’m actually broke. Someone made all of my inheritance disappear.”